C311 Casket

Just as I was staring at the strange grass doll, your second uncle walked up and bent down to look into the coffin. He said, "The weighing of the chest, the tripping of the ink thread, as I expected."

As he spoke, he took the weighing scale down, untied the rope tied to the grass doll's feet, and then walked to the head of the grass doll. He pulled out a rusted long nail from the top of its head